LAST WEEK’S PARTY02.02 KING SOLOMON BURKE @ PAGE AUDITORIUMThe red carpet was out. If you went home without a rose and without danc-ing on stage, it was your own fault. A King Solomon Burke show is always a floral, interactive affair. But this one went beyond that, as stage visitors from Chapel Hill, Maryland and Philly gave the evening a This Is Your Life feel. There was majestic singing, of course, with an emphasis on country-soul courtesy of the opening “That’s How I Got to Memphis” and, some 75 uplifting minutes later, “Just out of Reach (of My Two Open Arms).” Arms, no doubt, bearing red roses. —Rick Cornell

02.09 BONERAMA @ THE BERKELEY CAFE

This New Orleans brass sep-tet (trombones, sousaphone, guitar, drums) puts the swing to rock’s hormonal thrust, resurrecting the bluesy hip-shimmy that sometimes gets lost in rock’s lusty adolescent crush. Whether bombing Sabbath’s “War Pigs” or digging deeply into Zep’s “The Ocean,” the horns’ prodigious percussive punch ensures an impressive sonic footprint. $10-$12/ 9 p.m. —Chris Parker

02.12 PHON/ DRUMS LIKE MACHINE GUNS @ NIGHTLIGHTAn East Coast avant array: Raleigh’s Phon builds wide, brooding, layered soundscapes from tabletops of pedal circuits and sound samples, while New Jersey’s Human Adult Band submerges garage pop in a 50-gallon oil drum. Pennsylvania’s promising Drums Like Machine Guns gets to the point quickly, letting vengeful electrons battle it out in rising arcs of noise. Also, Waste Gates. 9 p.m. —Grayson Currin

YES, PLEASE02.08 ROSIE LEDET @ BLUE BAYOU Rosie Ledet’s charisma and the big-beat

Zydeco music that she stirs up create a double-whammy magnet that will draw you toward the stage and onto the dance floor. It’s comforting to know that there will be Zydeco dance les-sons held before the show. $14-$18/8

p.m. (lessons), 9:30 p.m. (music) —Rick Cornell

02.08 TRANSPORTATION @ THE CAVETransportation’s easy-going rock is the meat sandwiched between the Summer of Love and the Decade of Greed. Suffused with the ’70s bell-bottom step of acts like the Raspberries and Badfinger, there’s a casual,

EH, WHATEVER02.12 CITIZEN COPE

@ CAT’S CRADLEThis show by Brooklyn posi-acousti-hop song-

writer/producer/bandleader Citizen Cope is already sold out, so what better chance could

there be to ask, “Why?” Cope falls somewhere between Michael

Franti and Jason Mraz, vacillating between

lazy liberal soapbox rants and target-market

ballads that have only brushed with the popular

reception that none of this tripe deserves: Indeed,

Cope’s soapbox sounds as though built from wet

newspaper clippings, his rhymes—“Drug infusion (For the chosen few)/ Mass confusion (When they say that they died

for you)/ Delusion (Say that the dreams don’t come true)/ Solution (It can take a hold of you)”—like sermons read from

a bad book. And if that sounds empty, wait until he tries to woo you with a mellotron and a talkbox. Yikes. 9:30 p.m.

—Grayson Currin

InTRoducIng . . . 02.08 PETER LAMB & THE WOLVES @ YANCY’S

Raleigh’s The Countdown Quartet ended an almost 10-year run of mixing New Orleans jazz and R&B last August. Now, tenor sax player Peter Lamb brings former bandmates Steve Grothmann

(bass) and Ray Duffey (drums) into his newest Raleigh jazz group with no boundaries, Peter Lamb and the Wolves. Joined by Mark Wells (piano and vocals) and Al Strong (trumpet), the group has

been working on some funky jazz standards, Russian tunes, Latin grooves and even a Dylan cover.So what do a bunch of seasoned musicians with different influences and approaches to music

sound like together? Tchaikovsky meets Coltrane? Maybe. “I’m trying to make it a jazz band and not a jazz band,” Lamb says. “We all like good music. We don’t need to stick to a certain genre.” Tonight,

Lamb debuts the new unit. —Andrew Ritchey

Song oF THE WEEKWith his voice hulking through like a hard-life survivor, RICHARD BUCKNER (02.12, THE BERKELEY CAFE) turns the song “Invitation” into a manifesto for per-severance: “I’ve been thrown before, I guess/ Put the bones to use.” To down-load the track and read an interview with Buckner, visit www.indyweek.com.

TH E g U I D E To TH E w E E K ’ s C o N C E RT s

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THE WRIgHTSFRoM: Nashville, Tenn.sINCE: 1998CLAIM To FAME: Keeping it in the family

Both southwest Georgia natives, the husband/wife country duo of Adam and Shannon Wright grew up play-ing and singing country tunes in their respective backyards. After meeting in 1998, musical sensibilities matched and sparks flew. They’re not Faith and Tim Part Deux, even though Adam’s uncle is Alan

Jackson. Rather, The Wrights keep their sound low on gloss and high on tradition, landing neatly in a retro-country groove filled with plaintive, homespun harmonies. And kudos

to this couple for not kicking up the sugar-spun romance of its relationship: Their lat-est, The Wrights trades petty pillow-talk for playful sexuality and sincerity. At THE

BERKELEY CAFE with Stephen Simmons and Jason Eady. $10/ 8 p.m.

PATTY LARKInFRoM: Boston, Mass.sINCE: Mid ‘80sCLAIM To FAME: Fiery red

Patty Larkin has built a strong reputation by playing over 150 concerts a year, flashing her brilliant fret work and commanding, compelling vocals in one fiery out-

burst. Much like The Wrights, Larkin depends on simplicity and shades of the past in her unassuming folk-rock, exploring territo-ries close to the backwoods beauty of Gillian Welch and the rough raw-ness of Bonnie Raitt with a steady hand and smoky, sultry voice. Larkin continues to punch out rough, unpolished folk rock without abandon on her latest, Watch the Sky. That sound, strong and straight-ahead as it is, wins by close decision. A part of THE ARTsCENTER’s Fifth Annual Roots Series. $22/ 8:30 p.m. —Kathy Justice

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save-it-for-later vibe that dovetails nicely with the big open-hearted hooks and lazy rhythms. A little Southern twang creeps into rich, dulcet tracks like “My Love,” whose warm swells and graceful amble suggest a Yankee answer to British prog-folksters such as Strawbs and Renaissance. One can easily imagine this Triangle trio playing over the lulling reverberation of California breakers amidst elegant eligibles sipping White Zin. With Blood Red Sun. 10 p.m. —Chris Parker

02.08 JASON RINGENBERG/TWO DOLLAR PISTOLS @ THE BERKELEY CAFEFor many a country-punk year, Jason Ringenberg raised a ruckus with the Nashville-based Scorchers. But Ringenberg is such a fireball of a performer that he can tear it up by all his lonesome. Just watch the Berkeley stage try to contain him on Friday night, as he shares the bill with the wind-ing-down Two Dollar Pistols. Then catch him again at a 2 p.m. matinee on Saturday as he inspires kiddie mosh pits as Farmer Jason. $10-$12/9 p.m —Rick Cornell